Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Television,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.